a visible uncertainty, aegean teal.  40x60" oil on canvas unframed

a visible uncertainty, aegean teal. 40x60" oil on canvas unframed


fog suite 5 - atrium white

Having seared the sky, the sun—a brazier—

smolders through the crumbling clouds

upriver; to the east, rich mounds of smoky

vapors, signifying rain tomorrow, drift on.

Five white birds rise suddenly, fanned out,

flushing from a maze of roofs and gardens


well below my windows, topping mushroom-

rounded oak trees and the heady sycamores.

Riding on contingency, the birds with ease

glide upward, bodies turned to movement,

backlit from the final sun rays on the scrim

of sky and thought, as flashes of pure being—


foreseeing, passing, leaving all one ecstasy.

Drawing light against the indigo of evening,

they separate a moment, fingers spreading

from a palm, then close together to compact

their various motions into one white wedge,

which flies along the river now, accentuating


giant cranes, the beaks of freighters moored

among the Harmony Street wharves. I watch

the light reflected on sleek forms, which dip,

then disappear, a note, a point, a nothingness.

The swept effect remains, a smoothing-over

of asperities, a pentimento that refines the day,


its painted infelicities recolored in the silver

twilight. So one is, and is not, what has passed,

windy patterns on deep, loamy grasses, stilled

at dusk, a watermark of images upon the mind,

wings beating for a glassy moment in desire—

a gesture’s meaning as the shaken air resounds.

Five White Birds, Catharine Savage Brosman

oil on canvas unframed

40x60 | $3500


fog suite 5 - aegean teal

Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.

Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixed; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

Ode to Solitude, Alexander Pope

oil on canvas unframed

40x60 | $3500





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      Sharon Kingston is a Northwest WA oil painter who uses the properties of her medium to create paintings that respond to both the atmosphere of her surroundings and poetry. This method of looking inward and outward and, in the moments of painting, finding her way on the canvas is her approach to creating paintings infused with poetry and the memory of landscape. The atmospheric element of her work is a testament to her desire to create spaces that are undefined, contemplative and allow room to reflect and accept uncertainty. Poetry, by nature open ended, is used both in the conceptualization of the work and as a part of the studio practice. The words of Rainer Rilke have informed Sharon’s work for many years, but she also turns to contemporary poetry when it resonates with her life. She uses layers of transparent color, reveals forms by concealing and unearthing pentimenti and suggests elements of landscape in her process.